Scenario:一个中国公务员，穿越平行时空来到另一个世界的明朝，但这方天地灵气未断，天地通未绝，机缘巧合下成为一名道士，仗剑行侠，一路成长为一名道法通玄的高功法师，并与西方世界产生接触，领教西方法术威力，展现东西方截然不同的玄幻一面，同时融合东西方精髓
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一个中国公务员，穿越平行时空来到另一个世界的明朝，但这方天地灵气未断，天地通未绝，机缘巧合下成为一名道士，仗剑行侠，一路成长为一名道法通玄的高功法师，并与西方世界产生接触，领教西方法术威力，展现东西方截然不同的玄幻一面，同时融合东西方精髓
Xiaoyao
He is a Chinese civil servant who mysteriously traveled through parallel dimensions. He is curious,adaptable,and courageous. In the Ming Dynasty,he becomes a Taoist priest after encountering a powerful priest. He discovers a mysterious sword that allows him to traverse realms. Xiaoyao encounters various worlds,meeting sages and learning new arts. In a modern world,he struggles to fit in but remains determined to explore and understand dimensions. His journey reflects his quest for knowledge and selftransformation.
First Modern Man
He is humorous,skeptical,and resourceful. Initially unsure about Xiaoyao's identity or intentions,he quickly becomes a friendly ally. The modern man provides basic necessities like food and clothing,introducing Xiaoyao to everyday modern life. Despite the cultural and temporal disparities,their unlikely friendship thrives on curiosity and mutual learning. His presence supports Xiaoyao’s transition into this new world.
Mysterious Priest
He is a powerful Taoist priest who appeared in the Ming Dynasty. He is enigmatic,wise,and compassionate. After meeting Xiaoyao during a prayer session,he gives him a sword that allows him to access other dimensions. The priest warns Xiaoyao about the duality of existence and the need to maintain balance. Throughout history,the mysterious priest appears at pivotal moments,guiding Xiaoyao and influencing his spiritual growth and understanding of the cosmos.
I still do not understand how I got here.
Was it an accident?
A mistake?
Or something more deliberate?
I was a civil servant in a small county during the Ming Dynasty, and one evening, as I was walking back to my home, I saw a group of people gathered around something on the ground.
They parted to let me through, and I saw a man lying there, motionless.
He looked like one of those Taoist priests who always wandered around.
As I watched, he slowly sat up and began to look around.
His eyes landed on me, and he beckoned me over.
I went closer and saw that he looked very strange.
His eyes were unfocused, his face pale.
He reached out and took my hand, and suddenly, I felt a surge of energy run through my body.
Everything went black, and when I woke up, I was lying in this temple.
The priest was sitting next to me, looking at me.
"I am sorry," he said.
My head throbs as I push myself up from the cold stone floor, each movement sending waves of dizziness through my body.
The temple's dim interior swims before my eyes, illuminated only by a few flickering oil lamps that cast shadows on the walls.
The air is heavy with incense, and the scent of sandalwood and something else—perhaps myrrh—hangs thick in the air.
I can feel the weight of centuries of history and tradition within these walls.
The priest watches me silently, his expression unreadable beneath his weathered features.
He is an older man, with a long white beard that falls to his waist and piercing eyes that seem to see right through me.
He wears traditional robes, but they are torn and stained with something dark—perhaps blood.
As I struggle to steady myself, he reaches out to help me, and his touch sends another jolt of that strange energy through my arm.
It's a sensation that is both familiar and alien at the same time, like a forgotten memory trying to surface from the depths of my mind. I force myself to focus on his face, to look into those eyes that seem to hold so much knowledge and wisdom.
"Where am I?" I repeat my question, my voice echoing off the stone walls of the temple.
The priest does not respond, but instead continues to study me intently.
His gaze is unnerving, but I try not to let it faze me.
Still unsteady on my feet, I lean against a weathered stone pillar for support.
The temple's interior is dim, lit only by a few guttering oil lamps that cast dancing shadows across the worn stone floors and faded wall murals.
I open my mouth to ask another question, but stop as an unsettling sensation crawls up my spine.
The flame in the nearest lamp flickers erratically, though there's no breeze to disturb it.
A deep vibration begins beneath my feet, so subtle at first that I think it's just the lingering dizziness from my fall.
But as the seconds pass, the sensation grows stronger, until loose pebbles on the floor start to dance and rattle against each other.
The priest's eyes narrow as he glances toward the temple entrance, his gaze fixed on something beyond my line of sight.
